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Chapter Thirty-Six

Han Jiangxue fried the bamboo shoots in twos and twos. Seeing that there was still some rice left over from yesterday, she cooked a small pot of porridge.

Shen Yibo eats bamboo shoots, and she drinks some porridge.

After the porridge and bamboo shoots were ready, she brought the food to the yard. Shen Yibo was already very hungry. When he saw it was fried meat with bamboo shoots, his little meaty face said happily: "Thank you, mom!"

"You're welcome, eat quickly, son." Han Jiangxue filled two bowls of porridge, one for her and one for Xiao Yibo.

Shen Yibo saw that the porridge was a bit hot, so he ate the fried meat with sliced ​​bamboo shoots first. The meat was really fragrant, but the bamboo shoots seemed to have a weird taste, but for him who loves to eat, it was acceptable.

[Seeing how delicious the meat is when Xiao Yibo eats it, I’m really worried for him! I hope I won’t have any stomach upset again.]

[Is the one in front Ye Jianjian’s fan? What are you talking about, are you making trouble? Will our Xiaoxue harm our own baby? 】

Lin Qianqian usually prefers to eat vegetables, so fried bamboo shoots is no problem for her. She knows that the bamboo shoots need to be soaked in water first to avoid the astringent taste, so she can easily make a stir-fried bamboo shoot slices. Come.

However, their family had no staple food. When she brought the fried bamboo shoots to the dining table, Ye Zhenzhen gave her a bowl of noodle soup and two poached eggs, which solved her and Xiaoyu's breakfast problem.

From last night to this morning, Lin Qianqian felt that what Ye Zhenzhen did to their mother and daughter was undoubtedly a timely help.

In variety shows, everyone is trying to gain attention and attractions, but she can feel that Ye Zhenzhen really wants to help their mother and daughter.

In her heart, she overturned all the previous rumors about Ye Zhenzhen. At the same time, she also liked Ye Zhenzhen and her son very much and was very grateful.

【After reading these two days, I really think Ye Zhenzhen is pretty good!】

【Tch! Pretend, who doesn’t know how to do it? 】

[Hatfans, don’t be stupid. If you have the ability, go ahead. If you can do it, go ahead.]

In comparison, Wu Yuerou was much miserable. Wu Yuerou didn't know how to make bamboo shoots, and she didn't have much rice left. She made some porridge with clear soup and little water. Looking at the bowl of clear porridge, it was so shabby that you could almost count the grains of rice. come over.

There were no ingredients for stir-fried bamboo shoots, so she simply broke the jar, cut it up and threw it into the pot. She started to add some seasonings, but when she took it out of the pot and tasted it, she didn't know if it was her imagination. After putting it in her mouth, she always seemed to have a different taste. There was a strange taste lingering in her throat.

Wu Yuerou sighed, that's it, let's deal with it first.

At the dining table, An Ruilin took a sip of the porridge cooked by Wu Yuerou and spat it out, "Ah! This porridge is so bitter. I don't want to drink it. I don't want to drink it."

Seeing her son making trouble, Wu Yuerou sighed inwardly. She couldn't even drink the porridge, let alone little Ruilin.

But now that there is really nothing to eat, she can only comfort her son, "Ruilin, good boy, we only have this to eat in the morning. Let's drink some porridge first, and then mother will prepare something delicious for you at noon, okay?"

"I don't, I don't, this tastes terrible!" An Ruilin twisted his head and saw the poached eggs in Song Yuchen's bowl, his eyes lit up, he pointed at Song Yuchen's bowl and said loudly, "I want to eat Xiaochen's poached eggs!" "

Song Yuchen held the chopsticks in his little hands and without raising his eyelids, he picked up the poached egg in the bowl and took a bite. Then he picked up a handful of noodles and took a bite, and found that there was a poached egg at the bottom of the bowl.

An Ruilin was about to cry again. He stared at the poached eggs that appeared in Song Yuchen's bowl and shouted, "I want to eat that!"

Song Yuchen remained silent and repeated the same actions as before, picking up a new poached egg and taking a bite of noodles.

An Ruilin was completely desperate and started crying again!

In his mind, when he encounters a problem that cannot be solved, the only solution is to cry.

Song Yuchen didn't even look at An Ruilin, and continued to eat poached eggs and noodles slowly, his little head automatically blocking out the noisy noise next to him.

Indulge in the joy of delicious food cooked by mom.

If An Ruilin had not snatched Fang Xiaoyu's room last night, he would have given An Ruilin the poached eggs in his bowl. After all, his mother had said that everyone should get along well.

But An Ruilin was so abominable that he robbed Fang Xiaoyu's room and made Fang Xiaoyu cry. He didn't want to give An Ruilin poached eggs!

Ye Zhenzhen had eaten most of the noodles in her bowl. She didn't want to share them out, and she didn't think too much about it. Xiaochen didn't share the poached eggs, so she didn't intend to care.

After all, she really doesn't like Wu Yuerou, mother and son, and the robbery of the room last night was really shameful.

Wu Yuerou originally wanted to talk to Ye Zhenzhen again, but thinking that she had suffered a lot in the past few days, she brought it up in one breath without sending it out. After all, it was the food she made that tasted bad.

The only ones with a lot of food on the table were Xu Wanjia and her daughter. Xu Wanjia also cooked eggs and vegetables noodles in the morning, but because little Yiyi was afraid of burning them, Xu Wanjia filled the noodles in a big bowl and then put them into a small bowl for little Yiyi to eat.

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Xu Wanjia saw that An Ruilin didn't take a bite of the porridge cooked by Wu Yuerou. Thinking that she and Wu Yuerou had some friendship, she still took a bowl and silently gave An Ruilin a bowl of noodles.

Little Ruilin felt a little proud after eating the egg noodles, and felt that crying was indeed more effective...

Han Jiangxue glanced at Ye Zhenzhen who had finished eating the noodles, and secretly wondered why Ye Zhenzhen was still here?

Logically speaking, yesterday Ye Zhenzhen was live broadcasting privately to bring goods, and was dragged to talk by Xiao Wen. She should have disappeared in this courtyard by now.

Han Jiangxue finished the remaining mouthful of porridge in the bowl and saw oranges placed on the dining table. She took an orange, looked at Ye Zhenzhen, and asked casually, "Zhenzhen, I heard Sister Jiajia say yesterday, you guys

Yesterday, the live broadcast was selling oranges. Was it the old lady setting up the stall at the market? There was a little girl next to her."

Ye Zhenzhen took a tissue to wipe the soup from Xiaochen's face. She didn't even raise her head and responded softly, "Well, yes."

She just couldn't understand, Han Jiangxue clearly hated her and Ye Zhenzhen hated her so much, how could he pretend to be so close to her every time.

And when she suddenly asked such a question, she didn't have to think about it. The other person was just coming with bad intentions and was trying to stir up trouble.

Han Jiangxue saw that Ye Zhenzhen's answer was very perfunctory and felt that Ye Zhenzhen probably didn't want to talk more about the live broadcast. It was most likely that the process of selling oranges yesterday was not going well.

Ye Zhenzhen's reputation on the entire Internet is so bad. She takes her stepson on a variety show and sells oranges for live broadcasts. She is even more suspected of being a showman.

She could probably imagine how netizens trolled Ye Zhenzhen.

The more she thought about it, the more excited Han Jiangxue became, but she still pretended to be curious and continued, "Hey, their basket of oranges seems to be quite large. You can sell them all in one day, which is pretty impressive."

oh."

Ye Zhenzhen raised her eyebrows quietly and looked at Han Jiangxue who was smiling, what is this woman doing?

"What my mother sells is not just a basket of oranges, but a whole orchard of oranges!" Song Yuchen's little voice was full of excitement and pride.

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